But the other party's strange behavior left Lorne confused.
He had no apparent identity as the owner.
What are these people running for?
Lorne didn't know how to use his own body to intercept a speeding carriage, so he quickly ordered his men to avoid it.
Since the opponent wants to run away, he will definitely prepare to pursue him without saying a word.
"Prepare the crossbow, shoot the damn thing for me."
Originally, Lorne wanted to shoot the horses of Grantla's chariot, but when the words came to his mouth, he immediately changed his tone, "Fuck, shoot that damn thing for me."
Help the green monster" The wolf cavalry on the top of the slope rescued Grant and his group, and suddenly encountered inhuman orcs.
Lorne must have set his first target on them.
After saying that, he panicked and fired the crossbow bolts that were already loaded on his hand crossbow.
Of course, the inaccurate crossbow bolts could not hit the wolf cavalry dozens of meters away.
Even Lorne didn't know where the arrow he shot flew to.
Fortunately, Robert and the others were not rookies like Lorne.
Losing most of their memories is not a bad thing, at least no matter what situation they face, they will not panic.
Following Lorne's orders, they would not frown even if they were asked to go up mountains of swords and seas of fire.
Death was not scary to them.
Fear is also unfamiliar to them.
With such a team, once the number of people increases, who can stop him?
The soldier holding a long-range weapon pointed at the enemy expressionlessly, "swish, swish, swish", four crossbow bolts and three feather arrows stabbed into the wolf cavalry team.
Suddenly attacked by a crossbow arrow, the wolf cavalry's orderly pursuit was suddenly disrupted.
Lorne didn't know how many crossbow bolts hit the enemy.
He only saw about three green-skinned monsters falling to the ground, and he didn't have time to carefully check whether they had been shot to death.
Because the elite wolf cavalry of the orcs will not stop when encountering a small accident.
With their speed, Lorne will not have a chance to escape if he starts to speed up at this moment.
In unexpected encounters, the stronger one always wins.
Visually judging that the opponent's number was not greater than his own, Lorne threw away the hand crossbow that he had no time to reload and shouted: "Fire them, hack them to death."
There is no possibility of peaceful coexistence between monsters and humans, not to mention that Lorne has already shot several of their companions.
And judging from the ferocious expression on the other side, he didn't feel that everyone could shake hands and make peace.
Following Lorne's order, Robert and others quickly put down their crossbows, took out their weapons and kicked their horses towards the wolf cavalry on the opposite side.
As for Lorne, hedging such a dangerous matter, as a leader, naturally cannot be on the front line.
Lorne, whose equestrian skills were not as good as others, could not speed up in a short period of time.
Even Robert and the others just let their horses spread out in such a hurry.
Before they could even reach normal horse speed, the green-skinned orcs on the opposite side rushed in front of them.
One is going down at full speed, while the other is going head on.
The wolf cavalry has all the advantages geographically.
As for the number of both sides, Lorne and the others had fifteen people, and the orcs only had twelve after enduring a round of volleys.
It seems that Lorne and the others took advantage, but this is a calculation method that ignores the mounts of both sides.
The orc cavalry is not very good, and their natural racial characteristics prevent them from riding horses.
There are not many creatures that can serve as their mounts.
The most suitable ones on the grassland are the giant prairie wolves.
But the giant steppe wolf is also not easy to tame.
If you want to ride it, you usually have to defeat it with bare hands and bare hands in a one-on-one battle, otherwise it would rather die than let anyone get on its back.
And if the ferocious steppe giant wolves want to defeat even the orcs with their fists, only a small number of them can do so.
This is one of the reasons why the orcs have so few cavalry.
It is not difficult to see from here that the wolf cavalry's mount is basically equivalent to an orc warrior.
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Although Lorne's horses were also powerful, they did not bring long weapons such as lances.
Second, the war horse's speed could not increase, and its lethality was immediately reduced by 80%.
Hand-to-hand combat is the trick of the wolf cavalry.
Unless they are knights with fighting spirit, ordinary cavalry will never ride on their horses and engage them in hand-to-hand combat.
Unfortunately, Lorne didn't know this.
The dead ghost Fast had very little information.
There was no cavalry, and he had not specifically learned how to use cavalry tactics on the grassland.
Robert and the others knew this common sense before they were alive, but tactics were obviously not regarded as necessary combat skills by Meatball.
Under this situation, the best choice was to dismount and sacrifice them to act as a protective wall, but Robert and the others were like new recruits on the battlefield, stupidly and slowly facing the enemy who was charging at full speed.
Even the will to defy the will of not fearing death could not save Lorne's defeat in the first battle.
A small team of more than a dozen people competed, and more emphasis was placed on individual strength.
If there were thousands of troops, Lorne could use his life to reap the fruits of victory.
Except for Robert who instantly killed the orcs and his wargs on the opposite side with his burst of fighting spirit, all the other soldiers who met the wolf cavalry head-on suffered a disastrous defeat.
The wolf cavalry in the impact state was too fast.
With a flying swoop, Lorne's soldiers were ripped off their horses like dumplings.
The enemy had broken through the line of defense that they thought was safe, so the orcs naturally would not leave his conspicuous commander alone.
A few guys who wanted to be promoted and wanted to be promoted ignored the soldiers who were pulled off their horses, and ran towards Lorne with their swords and howling.
Lorne didn't know what the orc's shout meant, but he could understand the other person's excited expression.
They didn't take him seriously at all.
In fact, they didn't need to look down on Lorne.
Even the long-trained soldiers in black were ripped off their horses in one round.
How could Lorne, a farmer in body and an otaku in mind, defeat the opponent?
Turning the horse's head, he doesn't mind rushing up to practice when the wind is blowing.
But the situation is already clearly a big rout.
If you don't run away, why don't you stay and feed the wild beasts?
Before his blood could be aroused, Lorne, who came with high spirits, fled in panic.
He was cold from head to toe.
Before leaving, he did not forget to greet his subordinates: "Block them for me."
His life is on the line, and the hypocrite shows his true nature.
Unfortunately, in terms of instant acceleration capabilities, the war horse is far inferior to the giant wolf.
After turning his horse's head and taking two steps, the wolf cavalry captain who charged the most fiercely caught up with Lorne.
His back seemed to be hit by a heavy object, and the huge force pushed him away from the horse.
He simply made close contact with the ground.
Fortunately, it was on soft grass, and Lorne just took a bite of grass mud.
The sure-hit knife actually missed, and the wolf cavalry captain became angry immediately when he saw that the human on the ground could still move.
Lorne's painfully struggling figure seemed to be mocking itself in its eyes.
As a captain of the wolf cavalry, it had preliminary insight into its own bloodline's ability to master the madness, and it could be regarded as the elite among the elite.
It could not accept the ridicule of its enemies.
If Lorne was not tortured to the point of excruciating pain, the captain of the Wolf Cavalry would feel ashamed of his status as an orc
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